A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.
Goop and slop slip to drop in the shame drain.
Looking down range. You can tell where most of the rounds hit by the dark marks in the wall.
Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
In this photo you see three lives of Lyric: 1.) The Art Deco murals showing the Vaudeville background; 2.) The suspended ceiling put in when the building was converted for film; 3.) The explorers, photographers and others who worked in and on the building before its final demolition.
Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.
Someone’s abandoned to-do list.
Artifacts from the days this was a furniture factory and warehouse.